Those were two elves dressed as adventurers, but their equipment was much more exquisite than any adventurer Old John had seen.
No, perhaps exquisite wasn't the right word; to Old John, their equipment looked more like finely crafted artwork.
Glittering, majestic.
Whether it was the robe-wearing Druid or the armored warrior, both were the same.
Damn, now he could even distinguish between a Druid and a Mage!
He had to thank that Druid Apprentice who often came to the tavern for drinks for the enlightenment!
Looking at the gorgeous robes adorned with distinct Druid patterns on the elves, Old John couldn't help but grumble silently in his heart.
Then... he couldn't resist stealing another glance.
He couldn't help it, these two elves were just too good-looking.
Even though they were both male, their delicate jaws and skin smoother than milk made it hard to look away.
Old John swore, even those pampered noblewomen didn't have skin this smooth!
